Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
He was always focused on what he was doing. Especially if it was kissing me. I sighed softly at the memory.
I wondered if he would want to continue tonight. He seemed to really like me. Or want me, anyway.
They were two different things, after all.
I highly doubted an experienced, gorgeous guy like Mac was as delirious over a few kisses as I was.
Keep your head on your shoulders, Sussy. Don’t give him your heart. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
His guys all said goodbye to me as they cleaned up, loading their trucks. One guy even tipped his imaginary hat to me before leaping on a motorcycle and tearing off like a bat out of hell. In just a few minutes, there was only one truck left.
It was Mac’s, I assumed.
“Nick used to drive steer.”
“Oh,” I said, not sure how to answer that.
Ask him what he did before construction, silly! Men love to talk about themselves!
“What did you do? Before?”
“I was in the Navy.”
“Did you like it?”
“It was okay,” he said with a faint shrug. “I liked the guys I served with.”
“Do you want to come into the house?”
He gave me a dark look and nodded. I tried to smile but my breathing was suddenly shallow and ragged. I was nervous about what might happen tonight. Or whether anything would even happen at all.
The ball was in his court. He’d said no last night. He’d put an end to it. I didn’t want to take it slow anymore, but I didn’t know how to tell him that without seeming too eager.
But I was eager. Embarrassingly so.
I felt like a student, eager to impress her professor. Mac was definitely a good teacher. I had everything to learn about sex. I felt excited and nervous all at the same time.
What if he expected a blowjob? I could tell he was really big. What if I tried to give a blowjob and I threw up on his dick? Did that happen?
The sad fact was, I had never given head. Not once.
David had never asked me to do that for him. He hadn’t asked for much or wanted sex often. It was always quick and quiet, a little kissing and touching and then the main event, which was over in a few minutes.
I knew for certain that was not what sex with Mac would be like. I shook my head to clear it. The truth was, I didn’t want to think about David right now. I wanted to focus on the man who was standing right in front of me.
I smiled when Mac took my hand. We walked back up the hill toward my house in silence. But the air was heavy with anticipation and tension. The good kind.
The moment we stepped through the door, he cupped my face and bent to kiss me. It was slow and deep and intense, our tongues tangling as he tugged my body closer and closer. We pulled away a few minutes later to stare at each other in awe.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I admitted in a near-whisper.
He brushed a piece of my hair away from my face.
“I know.”
“I was feeling guilty. About wanting something else.”
He nodded as if he understood. His huge eyes were serious. Intent. Maybe he did understand.
“And now?”
I lifted my eyes to him. He caught my gaze and held it, his eyes boring into mine. As if he could see inside me. As if he needed to know what I thought and felt.
This was definitely not just a booty call.
I lifted my chin.
“Now, I’m not. I don’t feel guilty anymore.”
A hint of a surprised smile lit up his handsome face. Then his eyes shifted lower. To my lips. I took a deep breath as he kissed me again. This time, it was different. It felt like a promise.
We practically stumbled to the couch as the kiss got deeper. We fell against it, laughing as we untangled ourselves. He held my face, staring into my eyes. And then we began again.
Before I knew it, I was flat on my back, with Mac moving above me. His jeans rubbed against mine, creating a delicious friction. But it wasn’t enough.
“I want–”
“Not yet.”
I moaned with impatience as he started pulling my clothes off, one item at a time. I gasped as the cool air hit my bare breasts. He paused, looking down at my body. With a soft “Christ, Suzanna,” he started kissing them, one by one, soft, biting kisses, and then ones with more tongue, until finally, he was sucking on my nipples as my head tossed back and forth.
Is it possible to orgasm just from him kissing my boobs? I wondered, feeling as if I might start making crazy sounds at any minute. I didn’t want to sound like an excited puppy, even if that was how I felt. I was so afraid I would embarrass myself.